After the spring equinox, it is always rainy in the Jiangnan area, and light rain falls on the fields in the evening.

The soldiers on the march found a place to shelter from the rain and used it as a resting place for the night, and the smoke rose in the twilight.

When it gets dark, the two maids respectfully bring a plate of freshly cooked venison, fresh wild vegetables, and rice to the palanquin.

The luxurious sedan chair was a little dim, only a few night pearls were lit, and the two of them were silent inside, and the place was extremely quiet.

The maid put down the supper in response, and the smell of venison spread everywhere, but not a single person moved.

Han Qing saw that Sima Huan was still distressed and thinking about the chess game, and persuaded him happily: "General Sima, don't be in a hurry, it's better to have dinner and then solve the chess game."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, a white jade chess piece fell crisply in the chessboard, and the endgame on the chess surface dissolved.

The smile on the corner of Han Qing's mouth silently narrowed.

Sima Huan spent nearly two hours solving the chess game.

Sima Huan raised his head, rubbed his long-hanging neck, and said proudly between his eyebrows: "I don't know Han Yuma, what is the last question?"

Han Qing secretly gritted his teeth, and said calmly: "After dinner, Han Qing will inform himself."

"Well, except that before then, it's time for the colt to undress." Sima Huan grabbed Han Qing's shirt with bad intentions.

"General Sima, remember not to damage your clothes this time." Han Qingqiang squeezed out a smile and said.

"Hehe, Huan naturally won't miss again." After the words fell, Han Qing's cotton clothes were stripped off, and Han Qing, who was wearing a middle coat, looked more and more long and thin.

Sima Huan's eyes were glued to the young body that still smelled of youth, he couldn't help swallowing his throat, his eyes became hotter and hotter, and his rough hands touched his legs under his middle coat, exclaiming: "Ice muscles and jade bones, ecstasy."

Han Qing secretly took a deep breath, squeezed his palms, suppressed his strong urge to kill, and said with a smile: "General Sima still needs to pass a level."

"Why, the intelligence of this great general is not enough for Han Yuma?" Sima Huan's movements became more and more excessive, and his majestic body forced Han Qing's thin body.

"No, why should the general be in a hurry, after answering the last question, Han Qing will naturally let you pick it up." Han Qing met those eyes full of desire, tensed his muscles, and secretly prepared to speak.

"I can't wait, I might as well answer as I go." Before Sima Huan's words could fall, he pressed impatiently, and felt a chill on his neck, and the sharp blade was against his main vein.

Han Qing didn't know when to release the restraints, and in an instant, he stole the short knife from his waist.

"You can't wait, thief." Han Qing's subordinates exerted force, and a few drops of blood on Sima Huan's neck, through the tip of the knife, fell on his chest, with a pungent blood.

Han Qing forced Sima Huan to get up, quickly tied his hands and feet with a rope, hit him with a blade on his neck, then took off Sima Huan's shoes and stuffed them into his mouth, and finally stripped off all his clothes, and spit on his face and body several times with hatred.

Han Qing still felt that he was not relieved enough, and squatted down to look at his disgusting body, and the knife patrolled several times in front of the five internal organs and the roots of his descendants.

However, reason told him that it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and that he would take revenge with dignity and righteousness, and cut off his head, which would be a shame today.

Han Qing cautiously glanced out of the window of the sedan chair, and saw that the sky was almost dark, and many soldiers were roasting clothes and chatting around the fire.

Han Qing lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, beckoned a soldier to get into the sedan chair, took advantage of his unpreparedness to faint, got off the sedan chair in exchange for his clothes, and took advantage of the night to mingle with many soldiers, and his figure disappeared in the darkness generously.

The rain fell on the glazed tiles of the palace, on the old pear blossom tree in front of the Zhu Gate, and the snow-white petals fell on the ground desolate.

Hua Xihuan sat at the door, feeling the spring coolness on her face, and sighed faintly.

Tonight came the supreme master in the Plum Pavilion again.

Gao Sheng approached, stretched out his slender and powerful palm, rubbed her head and said, "Little girl, what are you sighing about?"

"I didn't expect my baby to be pregnant for more than three months." Hua Xihuan remembered the conclusion of the imperial doctor's diagnosis, and rested her chin against the crook of her bent leg.

"Why do you sigh when she likes dragon seeds?" Gao Sheng lifted the hem of his robe, sat down next to her, and asked.

"However, the emperor doesn't like to leave the ......," Hua Xihuan put her face on her knees and looked sideways at Gao Sheng's angular face and said.

"In my opinion, the emperor, he just likes Mei Meiren and is protecting her." Gao Sheng untied the knife from his waist and leaned against the door, disagreeing.

"As you said, why doesn't he come over often to see Li'er? Every time Concubine Rong bullied Li'er, he didn't say anything. Hua Xihuan remembered that every time Concubine Rong looked arrogant, she didn't get angry.

"You are still young and don't understand the rules of this harem and the situation of the emperor." Gao Sheng looked at the raining pear blossom tree in the distance and said.

"Isn't he the emperor on high? If there is anything not as good as he wants, he can't decide. Hua Xihuan felt that Gao Sheng would say good things for the bad emperor again.

"The emperor's situation is very difficult, Muyun's aristocratic lords are separating forces from each other, have you ever seen an emperor who has no military power in his hands? There is no one at this bottom who does not have a ghost in his heart.

In this harem, there is not a single woman he likes, all the forces are stuffed in, some of them are still the daughters of his rivals, and the emperor still has to do routine business, and every rain and dew are wet.

I've never seen the emperor take the initiative to ask a concubine to sleep with him, except for Mei Meiren.

After the emperor once reviewed the chapter, he secretly stood outside the door and watched Mei Meiren practicing dance for the banquet.

You don't know that the night he learned that Mei Meiren was poisoned, he was unexpectedly drunk, and he muttered in a daze: Yan'er.

The plum blossom hairpin and cloud clothes that the emperor rewarded yesterday were personally selected by him. I also heard him mutter: What if Mei Mei doesn't like it? ”

Hua Xihuan heard this for the first time, raised her head from her knees, her eyes widened in disbelief, that emperor who was high on the ground, really cared about Li'er.

Hua Xihuan seemed to think of something, and lowered her head and said, "However, everyone in the palace knows that the emperor is looking for another beloved man, and they have been looking for more than four years."

"This, I didn't serve the emperor before, and I don't know the specific situation, I only know that the emperor four years ago, when General Sima was extinguished, he personally went to the battlefield to cheer for the soldiers, and the officials below were afraid that the emperor would be lonely at night, so they paid tribute to a beautiful man, but the beautiful man injured the emperor that night and fled, and he has been haunted since then.

I think the emperor doesn't like him, but wants to take revenge, because the emperor will say viciously every time that if he finds him, he will not let him go, I don't think this tone is like a lover. Gao Sheng guessed as he rubbed his fingers against the scabbard.

"Well, this is a bit different from the version in the palace, if it's really as you said, then the emperor doesn't like men, and likes to leave his son......" Hua Xihuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

There was a sound of footsteps in the room, and Hua Xihuan and Gao Sheng quickly got up from the threshold and stood respectfully to the side.

"Gao Sheng, let's go back to the palace." Xiao Jingyu came out of the Mei Pavilion with a hint of joy on his jade face.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Gao Sheng's face returned to a cold one, and he followed the emperor with a knife and left without looking away.

After the emperor left, Hua Xihuan immediately ran into the house and kept the latest news inseparable.

After Mo Xiangli listened to what she said, a wave of joy swelled up on his face, and he held Hua Xihuan's hand and said, "If it's true, that's great."

However, this joy was too late to stay overnight, and a difficult choice fell in front of Mo Xiangli.

Mo Xiangli heard a soft "bang" in front of the bed, and woke up, and a person stood on the ground in the dark, slowly approaching her with wet moisture.

Mo Xiangli held his breath and quietly clenched the hairpin under the pillow, waiting for it to approach.

As soon as her cold hands touched, her shoulders suddenly pulled out the hairpin and stabbed it fiercely towards the comer.

"Hmm~" There was a muffled snort in the air, and a faint smell of blood wafted through the room.

"Yan'er, it's me." Han Qing covered his shoulders and said in pain.

"Brother?" Mo Xiangli lit a lamp and candle, and the dim light spread out in the room.

Han Qing closed his eyes and pulled out the hairpin, looked at the hairpin that was deep in his fingers, stained with blood, and showed a tired smile on his face, and said: "I didn't expect that few people on the battlefield could sneak attack me, but I didn't expect that today I fell in love with your little girl."

Mo Xiangli lowered his head guiltily and explained, "I thought someone was trying to kill me."

Han Qing touched her head distressedly, took her in his arms and said, "My brother has not been by your side all these years, so it is difficult for you to be alone."

"Brother, I'll bandage you and give you some medicine." Mo Xiangli asked about the smell of blood in his nose, and struggled out of his arms and said.

"Okay." Han Qing's eyes were very gentle.

Mo Xiangli took out the alabaster given by the emperor last time, as well as a clean cloth.

Han Qing pulled open his shirt and exposed his chest in front of her.

Mo Xiangli didn't dare to look directly, and he didn't dare to look at the afterglow of his eyes, so he hurriedly put the medicinal powder on it.

Han Qing's body carried a certain kind of magic power, which stirred people's hearts.

"Yan'er, if you don't look at me, how do you know where the wound is?" Han Qing grabbed Mo Xiangli's slender waist, grabbed her hand and led it up to his chest, approached her cheek, and asked in an ambiguous whisper.

Mo Xiangli's face turned red instantly, she has always been unable to resist his beauty since she was a child.

"I'm married......" Mo Xiangli reminded himself with his lips squirming.

"Yan'er, brother doesn't mind." The corners of Han Qing's mouth touched the cherry mouth that Xiao had been thinking about for a long time, and his voice was a little bewilderingly hoarse.

"Brother......" Han Qing kissed Mo Xiangli's soft lips affectionately, and blocked her words in his mouth.

Han Qing's hand slid along her moving curve, grabbed her slender wrist, and pressed it against the quilt.

"Brother, I'm pregnant......" Mo Xiangli said in a daze.

The blood in Han Qing's body instantly stiffened, and the strength under his hands was out of control in vain, hurting Mo Xiangli.